Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Song For Michael Savage

i remember ronald reagan, covered in bleu cheeseserved upon the whitest rice that you will ever seei kind of miss strom thurmond, who loved both white and blackhis mouth was a pure racist but his dick could not hold back

i remember laura bush, who killed a man one nightshe drove right through a stop sign and blew him out of sighthey, tony snow had cancer, man was that a laughcancer's fucking funny, just like a heart attack

i remember that some soldiers died in vietnamwhat a time that was, man but it was grandlet's all dance and sing along, it's so much fun to playsoldiers home in boxes from lands so far away

bush has told a joke or two, with his smirking smilei hope that he can manage it when he is put on trialtens of thousands dead now, thousands more destroyedthe future he has pushed off the cliff and right into the void

yeah, this is so funny, yeah, this is so grandour country has its pundits, who really take a standthe jokes just write themselves, so easy is the gamejust spit out all your bile and the angels hide in shame

Friday, May 16, 2008

Tat Tvam Asi in B Minor

and so it came to pass, like everything before itthat matter hardly mattered, and heaven did adore usfor what was real and what was not, like two peas in a podgave to the kingdom of dead priests the verities of god

the keys were cut to break the locks, the locks to mock the taskthe game was on to win the light, and in god's light to basklike happy kids at play on swings, moving to and froone merely had to pray and sing, then everything would show

but playground's are nefarious, after the sun has setand games once played for merriment can turn to awful jestturning in the dimming light, the senses are invokedand everywhere are dirty spies who've come your neck to choke

we want this life, the brethren thought, to be just like the nextperhaps a few adjustments made, perhaps a better restbut we as children should remain, and listen to the fatherask not what lurks in god's domain, tell no one what you saw there

stand up in church, stand tall, declare and sing his praisesturn from all the witches who dance through lunar phasesturn away from mother earth, for she of dust was bornbend your knee to only he who burns your life with scorn

but how shall the kingdom be approached, we're not responsiblewe are in fact of small import, and god's calendar is fullshould we look too closely on the maker in the madewould we not, maturing thus, give up this weak charade?

fragments lay upon the hill, the place where souls were bornmade of gaps and asteroids that fly around the hornthe maker that was never found exists in all that's madewe are the dreamer and the dream, we are the milky way

Sunday, May 11, 2008

They Tried to Bury Mother, For Another

how was i to know something was missingthey said it was hissing, insistingthey dug a hole, into historynot a mystery at all, no

the time had come that the tribalaccused her of libel, dirty fablestook an ax to the goddessfor being immodest, the men said so

here come the temple priestspointing to stars painted on their sheetshere come the myth makers, the earth quakersthey tried to bury the mother, for anothershe lay beneath, and we shuddereda circle is complete

how was i to go find her, in darknessbones in the cellar, in the black dressshe only moves freely in a game of chessshe might step off of the board

the words of the prophets, dare not mock itthey took her love and hawked ittorn in half and put in a locketin the grip of the dead lord

here come the temple priestspointing to stars painted on their sheetshere come the myth makers, the earth quakersthey tried to bury the mother, for anothershe lay beneath, and we shuddereda circle is complete

the centuries are passing, what is lastingthe goddess beneath, she is fastingmen leap from the pages, they are gaspingin the poisoned air

something we lost is stirring, reoccurring she opens her eyes, so enduringin spring she awakens, gestating everythingshe was always there

goodbye to the temple priestsgoodbye to their stamping feethandcuffed prisoners of a liedid you think that god was just on high?when you pray to change your fateare you burning your heart upon the stake?grab a shovel and grab a rakerelease the goddess, for heaven's sakethe circle is complete

how was i to go find her, in darknessbones in the cellar, in the black dressshe only moves freely in a game of chessshe might step off of the board

something we lost is stirring, reoccurring she opens her eyes, so enduringin spring she awakens, gestating everythingshe was always there

Friday, May 09, 2008

Yeah, Blogging Sucks Too

I do not trust the mediathe news affects their stocksthey're objective as your gonadswhen they've been hit by rocksthey yammer on like salesmentrying to close a dealthey'll rob you of your intellectand try to cop a feel

I've had it with religionthe place where spirit diesso much truth and wondercaught in all those lieswhoever tries to tell youthere's only one true pathain't never walked in wondernor heard an angel laugh

I'm tired of the bloggerswho came to save the dayas soon as they get popularI don't care what they sayI must confess a simple truthI too have blogged a bitno longer so full of myselfbut still quite full of shit

corporations suck the worstthey're great at sucktitudethe bottom line is paramountto say otherwise is rudeI have never seen a thingin this land of brave and freewhere so many damn peoplekill their humanity

but then I'll go out walkingin a forest or by the seaI'll see the way the light fallsor feel a cleansing breezesnow and rain and thunderlightning, heat and hailall of them are wondrousand none of them can fail

to hell with all the blatherusing words to fight off fearjust live your life beyond the paletry to listen when you hearfor this thing that we call lifeis far beyond critiqueafter you have chased your taillift the veil and take a peek

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Song for Johnny Cash

everyone who dies is me dyingeveryone who lives ain't buying at allnot after the fallno sir, not at alleveryone who cries is me cryingeveryone who cries just has a ballafter the fallafter the fall

(chorus)how far can we fall, completelyhow far can we fall in the sky?what is there to holdwhen everything is coldeverything except your eyes

every time I see you I am wastedevery time I see you I do crawlnot after the fallno sir, not at allsomehow conversation makes a wrong turnsomehow chaos gets us allafter the fallafter the fall

(chorus)how far can we fall, completelyhow far can we fall in the sky?what is there to holdwhen everything is coldeverything except your eyes

someone who has kissed you loves you darlingsomeone who has kissed you when you callednot after the fallno sir, not at alli tried to hold you in my arms foreveri tried to hold you forever in my thralli lost it allafter the fallafter allafter the fall

everyone who dies is me dyingeveryone who lives ain't buying at allnot after the fallnot after the fallno sir, not at alleveryone who cries is me cryingeveryone who cries just has a ballafter the fallafter the fall

(chorus)how far can we fall, completelyhow far can we fall in the sky?what is there to holdwhen everything is coldeverything except your eyes